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brooklynbuck:

She nodded, a small smile growing slowly wider as he spoke.  Jemma pushed herself off the side of the counter, tucking her hands into the pockets of her (or, technically, Fitz’s) hoodie.  Pancakes… it sounded almost normal.  Granted, it was the middle of the night, but that had become her normal.

“No, I don’t… sleep that much, really. Pancakes sound nice. I’d like that.”

James smiled and began opening cupboards.  Like his vaguest memories, Steve had rearranged the kitchen, and James failed to close whatever doors he opened.

“I like to watch stars,” he offered as he pushed around cans and boxes in a particularly tall cupboard.  “They’re free.  Like us.”

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brooklynbuck:

“…yeah. Yeah, it was.”  Even if she wasn’t entirely sure what he would say, she was certain that whatever it was, it would be easier than whatever it had become.  Aliens, Inhumans, monoliths that were a portal to another planet.  More death.  Her gaze snapped back over to him, suddenly pulled back to the present.

“Hmm? Oh, um. Yeah. I do. Do you?”

“I think so.... yeah.”  The shadow of Steve complaining in the corner while he made them both something soft on the stove lurked beyond his perception.  Maybe not pancakes, they didn’t have the little square holes he thought, but close enough.

“If you’re... not tired.  I could make some...”

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brooklynbuck:

Jemma attempts a smile again, and, to her relief, it sticks around a bit longer.  As long as she can keep from breaking down around James, she should be fine.  She has to be fine.  He doesn’t need to know how much she struggles on a daily basis.

“Aliens, yeah. It’s been… an interesting year.”

“It was all easier when...”  He wanted to finish with a quip about mutants and space pirates, but all he could think was the blessed clarity Red Room missions used to give him.  Instead, James trailed away and swallowed hard.

“... you still... like pancakes?”

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brooklynbuck:

“‘It would be you’? I’m not sure if I should be offended or not.”  She attempts a smile but it falls flat.  Almost three months later and she still has issues talking about it.  Almost unconsciously, she’s rubbing at her head with the back of her hand, wincing as if in pain.  

“Sleep?  I… of course.  Yeah.”

James sighed again.  “... of course.”  True or not, Fitz would be a better candidate for comfort.  And pushing, he knew, would not get either of them any further.  That was Steve’s area.

“... aliens.  Not mutants?”

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brooklynbuck:

A year.  Where to even begin.  More than she cared to think about had happened in a year, with Inhumans, and alien planets, and being kidnapped by HYDRA as a few of the highlights.

“… I understand.  I was stranded on a desert alien planet for six months.  Just got back a couple of months ago.  I understand how time can… blur together.”

“Simmons,” James sighed as he studied her.  “It would be you, if anyone.”  The false arm twitched.  Physical contact meant to comfort wasn’t part of his programming, so he rested the metal forearm against his back and tilted his head to the side.

“What... do you sleep?”

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brooklynbuck:

“Oh, he wouldn’t?”  There was a small laugh, for the briefest of seconds.  Jemma leaned against the brick wall, her gaze still following him.  “Well, let’s see, how long have you been gone again?”

Mission briefings flit across his mind as he counted.  Ukraine, Syria, England, he had spent most of his time alone and the details wanted to blur between flashbacks and concrete memories.

“... a year.  Maybe two.  Long enough.”  James frowned.  “Time slips by sometimes...”

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brooklynbuck:

“It’s been a while. I’d started to think you might’ve left us for good.”  But all the same, she’s smiling up at him.  “It’s good to see you, James.”

James chuckled.  “Steve would never allow it.”  He ambled into the room with a sigh and took in the changes to this section of the building.  “I didn’t have contact with much, what’d I miss?”

little Natasha 

PTSD: The Soldier’s Diaries

Bucky Barnes and his dog ｜Day start

I’m over here wishing for snow #wintersoldier #bucky #buckybarnes #captainamerica #captainamericathewintersoldier

Steve and Bucky in the morning

I think I fell in love with this picture.

Look at Bucky’s face omg I know it’s fanart but that’s just so adorable I’m sorry That, my friends, is the face of someone who has finally one upped his friend since the super soldier serum And I love it

**CLICK TO SEE THE WHOLE THING**

Was inspired by that end credits scene to do some art, and wound up doing this pile of depressing panels involving a stuck Bucky. Also was messing around with a different style/technique too.

I did use a fair bit of artistic liscence on it, as the video quality of the scene wasn’t too great.

Also files under things I spent too long doing